orange whip? orange whip? orange whip? Three orange whips!
er... I mean beers... ya beers!
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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orange whip? orange whip? orange whip? Three orange whips!
er... I mean beers... ya beers!
YAY Beer!
Holiday beer for everyone! Or six of us, anyway.
I think I need to go get Holiday beer tomorrow.
My gym was so annoying to day. Winter holiday party, with throngs of people in pretty clothes eating and boozing up and standing between me and the locker room.
Priorities, people.
:: looks around, realizes he's late for the beer ::
:: cracks a lovely hoppy bottle of Red Hook I.P.A. anyways ::
:: raises his glass ::
Slainté, Bitches!
Okay, I'm feeling really outnumbered by the sound guys.
Me too, aurelia. But we have festive beer... Hooray beer!
I am neither a guy nor sound.
I also don't have beer, but I'm fine with it. What I should be having is a rum toddy, but I have no lemons or limes. Maybe I can mock one up (ack!) with True Lemon (double ack!).
My stolen Sports Illustrated just attacked my keyboard and made me double post.
Such is the life of crime.